Declaim: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor do I own Fullmetal Alchemist. However, the unique plot and events I put the character through are original creations of my own mind.
"Danny, honey, we need to talk." Danny sighed, plopping his backpack onto the floor. He stalked over to the couch, light catching on his bruised eye.
"What happened to your eye?" Maddie asked, motherly instincts taking control of her. Still, her voice was not as sweet as those perfected mother's on television sitcoms.
"I...uh...slammed the locker door in my...uh...eye." Danny said uneasy. Surprisingly, she took it in as the answer. Danny could see something else was on her mind.
"Lancer called. He said you fell asleep during your history test. It's half of this quarter's grade!" Rage was hinted in her voice, and disappointment. Danny merely looked away at the fabric of the couch.
"Luckily for you, he can't remember ever recieving your test, so he's giving you a make-up exam on Monday. You better study, Danny, or you'll fail this quarter!" Maddie hugged her son, but the akward moment was broken by a loud bang in the basement. She pulled away, slipping on the mask of her teal jumpsuit and leaping to her feet.
"Oh, no. Your father forgot to change the ecto-blasters. Now, go study!" Maddie rushed out, running to the basement. Smoke trickled and rose to the ceiling from under the closed door. As she thrust it open, Danny noticed the smoke had a green pigment to it. It was then that his ghost sense went off, a fiercely cold breath escaping from his mouth. He stood up, franticly looking around to be sure neither of his parents were coming.
"I'm going ghost!" He said to himself, the phrase burnt into his brain. The two bright halo lights consumed his body, and his jeans and tee shirt disappeared, replaced with the black suit lined with white boots, gloves, and trimming. A fashionable white 'D' was inscribed on his chest, the ends of the infamous letter trailing off. His untidy black hair was now as white as an Alaskan blizzard, and his eyes glowing green.
"Alright, show yourself!" He said to the roiling green smoke, although nothing happened. His legs no longer supported where he stood, and instead had become a pointed flowing form that seemed to aid him in floating. He neared the green smoke, fists clenched.
"Whatever you are, go away!" The green tinged smoke swirled, and Danny backed away. It solidified, and became the form of a simple ghost, a glowing green bat. It screeched, and the wail made Danny cringe. He heard a thump behind him, and shot his head around.
"Jazz!" Her normally well-kept red hair fell before her face, expression of extreme pain. She did not move, and Danny floated down to her, legs reappearing as he knelt before her. She was unconscious, and beads of cold sweat ran down her contorted face.
"Hey, winged rat!" The bat screeched again, wings beating hysterically as he bared his fangs, heading for Danny. Crossing his arms in a defensive position instinctively, he disappeared from sight. Color vanished from his form, and the bat went directly through him, crashing hard into the wall. It fell to the ground, dazed, and Danny came down upon it with his foot. But last second, the bat flipped over from his fallen position, and his fangs sunk into Danny's foot.
"GAH!" He cried, flying high, hair skimming the ceiling. He shook his leg vigorously, but the bat held. Finally, Danny held out his finger. A green ray emenated from it, taking precise accuracy at the bat's forehead. The ghost let go its hold on Danny, and the ray forced it into the floor. Danny ignored the pain in his foot and whipped out the Fenton Thermas, taking off the metallic tap and releasing the activation button. A blue burst of light consumed the bat, and was dragged into the cylindrical holder, form distorting and appearing to melt into the small prison. Danny smiled for a moment, but then felt pain shoot up his leg. He grabbed his wounded foot and saw blood seep from two small holes.
"I hope ghost bats don't carry rabis." Two halos of white light devoured his form as he gently landed on the ground, and he fell before Jazz.
"Jazz?" Her eyes flickered open, and Danny helped support her.
"What was that?" She asked, holding her head.
"A ghost bat. It's shriek must've knocked you out." Jazz merely nodded, allowing her younger brother to direct her to the couch to rest.
"You alright?" Danny asked, looking at her pained expression.
"Yeah, it's only a headache. Listen, I overheard Mom saying you failed your test." Danny sighed.
"I could help you study."
'I knew that was coming'. Danny thought, but he shook his head to his sister's offer.
"No, I'm gonna call Sam and Tucker. I'll study with them." Jazz appeared unconvinced, but the pain throbbing in her head was too much to protest Danny. She took her blue hair ribbon with shaky hands, tying back her red hair as best as she could. She smoothed out her blue pants and pulled on her black sweater's sleeves, smoothing out the wrinkles of the bunched up material.
"That's better." She looked to Danny and his unsure expression, but she stood firmly.
"I'm fine, little brother. Now, go study!"
"What's taking Sam?" Danny wrapped a strip of gauze around his injured foot, having finished telling Tucker about his skirmish with the ghost bat. A subtle cracking sound cut through the silence as Tucker opened their history book to the section on sixteenth century alchemists.
"I don't know. She said she was stopping somewhere before comin' to your house." Still, Danny was curious on where she would have gone. He wanted to tell her about the ghost bat, and knew he had to have her help for the make-up test. Sam seemed interested in alchemists during history. At least, more interested than she usually was.
"Would you stop worrying about Sam? We have some studying for you to do!" Tucker spoke, flipping through pages in the textbook. Danny sighed, slipping on his socks over the gauze gently.
"Alright, fine."
"What year did Jean Beguin write "Tyrocinium chymicum"?" A blank expression spread across Danny's face, and his mouth merely hung open with a dull sound coming from his throat.
"16-...something?"
"Danny, everything in the chapter is 16-something!"
"Alright! Then I can ace this test no problem!" Tucker sighed, hitting his head on the textbook. In the silence, they became aware of rapid footsteps climbing the stairs. Before they could think or say anything of it, Sam burst open the door into Danny's room, breathing slightly hard.
"Sorry I'm late. I went to the bookstore and got a few books on Alchemy." The entire bed shook as she let go of a few large, leather bound books onto the mattress, making even Danny and Tucker bounce up and down for a few moments.
"Anything on sixteenth century Alchemists?" Danny asked, picking up a rather heavy book entitled:
"Basics of Alchemy by Tim Marcoh"
"I looked at that book. It looks really interesting. He also had a cookbook in the shelves." Sam sounded slightly excited at her find, but Danny was doubtful these books would help him ace the test.
"Did you get all these from that place where you got the Fright Knight's book?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, so?"
"Just wondering." Danny placed the book back on the bed, grabbing his history textbook and skimming through the pages.
'Gold, Alchemists, Alchemy, French people- who understands this stuff!' Danny thought, shutting the textbook firmly in frustration. Instead, he opened the book by Tim Marcoh and looked at the table of contents. It seemed all like some strange cult, with 'Alchemical Laws' and 'Transmutation' popping up everywhere. But one word caught his eye- 'homunculis'. He turned to the page number listed, and found the entire book was in the author's handwriting, only photocopied onto the book's pages.
"Sam, listen to this." Danny spoke aloud, and grabbed both her and Tucker's attention, tearing them away from the other books sprawled over the mattress.
"A homunculis is an artificially created human, born unto this earth from the remnants of a failed human transmutation. The homunculis itself appears and often has traits similar to the victim of the failed transmutation, but has also gained qualities unlike its human counterpart. They often gain unnatural abilities, as well as do not perish from any natural deaths. Illness does not affect them, nor can one conventionally murder a homunculis. I do not know if these beings can be killed, as there is not enough evidence to support the idea."
A sparkle flickered in Sam's eye. A dangerous one. A glimmer that usually meant complete immersion in an interest. Danny merely laughed at the crazy thoughts along with Tucker.
"Where do you think they get this stuff?" Danny laughed, but Tucker merely shook his head. Sam narrowed her eyes.
"Yeah, it's just as stupid as believing in ghosts, right!" She attempted a forced laugh, and left Danny and Tucker in silence.
The clouds finally gave in to the condensation, and rain fell from the heavens with precipitating fury. Water pooled along the concrete streets, and the night became even darker without its precious moonlight to guide those who found themselves wandering in the night. A chill wind made the rain slice through the air at an angle, and the dim illumination of the street lights was dulled even further. Buildings stood against the dark backdrop as even darker forms, FentonWorks looking like a building from fairytales, appearing like a maddened lab where one might find Frankenstein dwells.
A taxi hissed to a stop along a residential area, water splashing away from the rubber tires. The cab driver quickly got out and opened the door for his clients. A long cloak was draped around a beautiful woman, her body perfect curves. Her long, black hair fell to her back in waves, shaping the cloak behind her. Following the lucious women came a rather fat and bald man, muscles bulging along his husky arms. Two more beings finalized the taxi's load, a tall and thin boy with large, spiny hair and a viscious looking child with unmanagable black hair.
"That'll be fifty bucks." Barked the cab driver, but the spine-haired one laughed. His voice was strong and raspy, having a tone of superiority in it.
"Shutup 'n hand out the ca-" The cab driver's eyes grew distant, a trickle of blood flowing down his face. Lust withdrew her razor sharp weapon, the green fabric utop her hand slowly assuming its old place above her slender fingers. The index finger was drenched in blood, and a tiny wound in the cab driver's head had ceased what life he held. His corpse slumped into the sidewalk, crimson stained water draining into the sewage.
"Can I eat him, Lust?" Gluttony licked his lips, the insignia of the notorious serpent clasping its own tail flashing a moment, printed upon his tongue.
"Yes, Gluttony. And don't leave anything behind." Every syllable of Lust's words were wrapped in seduction, and Gluttony did not hesitate a second as Lust finished speaking, powerful teeth tearing into the human flesh. Red water gushed further into the sewage.
"Nice place, but what do we do now?" Envy spoke, hand about his exposed hip and looking around at Amity's neighborhoods.
"You remember, don't you?" Lust turned to her associate, flicking her head gently to push away a lock of black hair.
"Wrath, you and Gluttony take the train to Wisconsin. Envy and I will take care of things here."
"Done." Gluttony wiped the blood from his lips, and Envy laughed at the haste of Gluttony's appetite. Lust raised an eye at Gluttony, and it was then he uttered a sound as though he had remembered something. Picking up the bare bones, he crushed them under his massive hands. White powder floated utop the red water, and any traces of the innocent cab driver flowed down into the underground waterways.